“Don’t forget to give me your initial necklace,” my friend Marilyn reminded her twin sister, Carolyn. She handed Carolyn a delicate silver chain with a small letter M hanging from it. “Here’s mine.”
“Good thing you remembered,” Carolyn told Marilyn as she handed her sister her necklace with the letter C on it. “That’s where we got caught last time.”
I watched in amazement as the twins swapped shirts, sneakers, and necklaces in the girls’ room during lunch period. They really had the whole twin-switch thing down to a science.
Actually, the reason for the twins’ identity swap wasn’t science, but math. Carolyn was terrible in math, but Marilyn was a total numbers genius. So today, Marilyn was going to take Carolyn’s math test. It was only fair, since Carolyn usually took Marilyn’s Spanish tests for her.
All right, I know that’s cheating. But honestly, don’t most people wish they could have an identical twin or a really smart clone for situations just like this? I know I would love to have one.
However, my friend Liza had a totally different point of view. “Wouldn’t it be easier for you to just study for the math test than go through all of this?” she asked Carolyn as we watched the twins trade sneakers.
That’s Liza, always the voice of reason. She’s kind of like the Jiminy Cricket of our group of friends; our conscience. But that doesn’t mean we always listen to her.
“No,” the twins answered in one voice.
I had to laugh. In some ways Marilyn and Carolyn often seemed like the same person. They didn’t just have the exact same long blond hair, bright blue eyes, and chubby cheeks. They both also seemed to know exactly what the other twin was thinking—and they usually finished each other’s sentences. They said it was a twin thing. Some people found it sort of creepy. I thought it was kind of cool.
“It’s just that you always forget something and get caught,” Liza said. “And then you get in trouble.”
Marilyn (or was it Carolyn? I wasn’t sure anymore) shook her head. “Not this time. We’ve thought of everything. We’ve exchanged everything but our underwear at this point.”
“That would be gross,” our friend Chloe said.
Marilyn and Carolyn laughed.
“No one is going to look that closely,” Marilyn said.
“That’s for sure,” Carolyn agreed.
“Well I for one am completely gobsmacked,” my friend Sam said. “No one will be able to tell you’ve changed places.
(BTW: It was ok that someone named Sam was in the girls’ room with us. Sam is a girl. Her full name is Samantha. And as for that whole gobsmacked thing, it’s because Sam’s from England. Sometimes an expression like “gobsmacked” will sneak out of her. It basically means she was really amazed.)
Just then the bathroom door swung open. Addie Wilson, Dana Harrison, and Sabrina Rosen walked in. They stood there for a minute, staring at my friends and me. The looks on their faces made it very clear that they believed we were in their territory, and we’d better get out if we knew what was good for us.
Not that the reaction was completely unexpected. The girls’ bathroom in the cafeteria was pretty much accepted by everyone as the Pops’ private turf.